"Fuck! I'm already full of this bullshit! Why do we even need to provide those leechers with food? We risked our lives for it! And what about them? They just sat here doing nothing!" A male student expressed his anger by shouting loudly at the people in front of him.
There were more than a dozen of them. His words made most of them flinch, feeling uneasy.
"Finn, don't be so mad. We are the only ones who have weapons, so it's our responsibility!" A blond male student tried to calm Finn as he tried to talk sense with him. Both of them were tall and had wide shoulders, indicating good physical fitness.
"Yeah! It's not our fault that we don't have weapons."
"It's not like we want to be helpless!"
"You also need food!"
"Shut up, leeches!" Finn again responded angrily to their words. By that week, he had already begun to hate everything. He hated that useless burden! Stuck in an underground basement, he didn't know how much time had already passed here.
